I swallowed, looked at the ferocious mouth of the woman's leather figurine, and felt panic. But there were no teeth in the mouth. From a physics point of view, it was definitely not dangerous for me to put my hand in. I stepped forward and bowed, silently saying, "There are so many offenses, so many offenses." Then I reached into the mouth of the woman figurine bit by bit.

Half of my arm was still not reachable, and I could feel that it was hollow inside, just like a sheepskin raft. My phone kept illuminating the shadow of my hand in the skin.

I had to put my whole arm in with force, which looked a little ugly. When I touched the thing, I felt like a calluse, as if it was hanging in the cavity of a lot of silk in the female leather figurines. When I touched it, it fell off and fell into the leg tube.

I stretched out my hand and used my phone to look at my legs, and I found that the calluses were stuck in my knees. It was definitely not enough to reach the point where I could reach it. I looked up and saw where there was still a place to reach.

I was embarrassed after looking at it. I stood up and looked at the expression of the woman's leather figurine. My mouth was supported by me like Wang Dalu, and there was no sign of ferociousness at all.

I sighed and looked at the lower body of the woman's leather figurine, thinking to myself, would I have to do such a bad thing? But if I don't do this, I can only cut the leather figurine to pieces. This leather figurine is very rare, and it would be a pity to destroy it rashly.

I lifted up my sleeves, squatted in front of the female leather figurine to simulate at various angles, constantly changing the angles and gestures of my hands, and made a series of actions such as Wolverine and Spider-Man, but they were all in no way possible. At the moment of help, I heard someone coughing behind me.

When I looked back, I saw a young man wearing a warehouse clothes standing behind me and pointing to the camera on top of my head.

My face turned red, I stood up, straightened my waist, and said to him, "It's not what you think, don't get me wrong." I showed him the flashlight and told him my intention. The young man looked at me, went over and over and overturned the woman's leather figurine, shook it twice, and a calloused ball fell from his knee to the woman's leather figurine's throat.

He shook harder and the ball fell out. The young man put the woman's leather figurine back. I looked at him in amazement, and I was indeed a fool. The young man handed me a business card, brought my mobile phone and headphones, and went back as I listened to the music.

I looked at his name, Bai Haotian, the duty manager of the Eleventh Warehouse.

The ancestors of the warehouse manager in Eleventh Cang were from Dachaofeng, with the surname Bai. The Bai family was prosperous. It is estimated that there are thousands of people now. Whether in the family planning era or the heroic mother era, the Bai family had at least seven or eight. It was a big family. The second uncle said that the warehouse management of Eleventh Cang was accumulating virtue, so the Bai family would still flourish. I used to have a friend who was a Bai family, nicknamed Baishe. It is said that he lived a very good life and kept in the bar when he was not in the tomb.

Although the Bai family has many people, their qualities are uneven. There are particularly high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen, and there are also mobile phone films. Those sent to manage the Eleventh Warehouse are usually children of the Bai family who are about 19 years old and who are studying in college in Hangzhou. They are like leeks, but they have never stopped.

The name Bai Haotian is domineering enough, but he has never died of fortune telling, but his personality is not very good.

I sighed, and it was sad enough to think that I was about to be looked down upon by the post-00s.
Chapter completed!